As the design director's assistant, Beauty spent nearly every day shuttling between various design departments.
Beyond jewelry, fashion design had become her latest fascination.
After all, when she first studied design, she had dreamed of creating a standout piece like her idol—something worthy of gracing an international supermodel.
"Beauty, you'll be in charge of this year's winter red-carpet collection.
I trust your taste," said Director Jennifer, striding in on sky-high heels.
She paused beside Beauty, gently patting her shoulder with an approving nod and a warm smile.
Beauty froze.
Though she had earned praise for her work on the jewelry gala project, she was still relatively new—and fashion design was a different beast altogether, deeply tied to each designer's unique aesthetic sensibility.
Was she really ready for such a responsibility?
Twirling a pencil between her fingers, she bit her lip and looked hesitantly at Jennifer.
